[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", its
the things I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my heart turn cold I stay
"G'd Up", I'm a gangster you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when I'm
hangin' out the window with that AK filling you punk ass with holes

[50 Cent]
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, a mule on that greyhound from NY to the Carolina, paper
chase different name, same face don't catch a case, my road dogs on parole his baby girl's 4 years
old, we play the block pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot kill you for your crack spot take
everything your ass got, semi-automatics spray, bust back or run away, niggas talking in the
hood we'll handle this another day, in November you make my shit list, you dead, you can catch a
Christmas, I'll send you a gift, niggas will come and leave your ass twisted, them hollow tips shells
burn baby burn, seen niggas get merked, and babies born and the world turn, I've seen it all crystal
clear so I keep my pistol near, hearts never full of fear homie I stay well aware of what's going
around me motherfuckers want me dead I go with a smile on my face, when it's my time kid

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
lil nigga I dun paved the way, yall should thank e'm, but if you think otherwise bring your boy over
here so I could spank e'm, I'll put a end to your career bitch (bitch), before you speak on 50, buy a
forty and a spare clip, these niggas gassed up getting to used to rap like I won't give
them more blood clots than super cat, niggas will snatch you I'm like a bat catcher I'll give 'em
signs and they'll throw something at you, round here niggas die off hydro and even when it ain't the
4th of July it sound like pyro, we smart enough to creep and lay your dumb brains down the pound will
spin you down like the young James Brown (yeah) I know I'm hot but hey (hey) I'm icy to rocks will
hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre we takin' over this year k's and the soldiers is
here everyone knows to be scared (yeah)!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he just pop another bottle and smoke
up a half a gram, I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night that gave my homeboy
life so when you do it do it right, my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue, I still got
the heart to go and bust me a head or 2 (for sure) no other solution you think we hollering and hootin'
until you wake up and then you gotta here about these shootings, I take a pull from a loosey and put the
clip in my pocket before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt) and if
it's beef my nigga then let your guns do the talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (ha ha) they say we responsible for boosting the crime rate they say we the reason these
young niggas is buying weight but I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin' days aint
Nothing But A G Thang, G-Unit And Dr. Dre